Monday I had the first 2 of my 4 wisdom teeth pulled. The lower remaining one is so impacted that Doc Lothar strongly suggested we take this whole procedure in steps. (I was naively hoping for the whole shebang. You know - full anesthisia and all 4 choppers magically absent from my jaw with a nice bottle of refillable narcotics as a parting gift).
Instead I got to be awake for the saga and sent home with measly 400 mg ibuprofen tablets. (And let me tell you folks, when I was struck with the realization that Doc Lothar and I had completely different visions for my recovery is when I did break down in the dental office).
Anyway, I'm coping although mentally and physically wiped out. I had a big creative relaxation planned; a bunch of flat sheets prepped and ready for journaling. Fat chance. When I sit up with my chin tipped forward it's not a nice experience.
So for now, here's my self portrait get-well card. It's not exactly the creative genius I had hoped for but then again I had assumed I'd be really high.
Awwww, poor you! I'm blessed with tiny teeth (they were always laughing at me at the orthodontist's office for having such small teeth) so tons of space for wisdom teeth... I hear it's really bad though.. Wishing you well!
Oh,and maybe this will cheer you up: your inchies made it into my Art Journal. Hav a look:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIl-VSt5ORU
Posted by: Eveline | November 25, 2009 at 06:03 PM